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Oh hello. I am Ava and I am 17. Strawberries and Cream and novels are my favorite things.


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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

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Thursday, February 16, 2006

ONCE UPON A TIME

there lived a little white cloud.
she was VERY VERY VERY in love with the butterfly.
BECAUSE
the butterfly had everything the cloud does not have.
the butterfly had wings -
it could fly to anywhere it wants.
unlike the butterfly, the cloud could not take control of her future.
she could only drift with the wind.

the butterfly had beauty.
it has colourful wings the cloud does not own.
instead, the cloud was just plain white, occassionally a little grey.

the cloud felt very sad. ( and i feel lame)
why couldnt she be like a butterfly?
then the sun started to set,
and the little white cloud turned into a blend of purple, pink, orange..

BUT,
nobody ever notices...
and she drifted into the night.

THE END.

- inspired by the Shin Ming Ri Bao 's poem.
and a question asked by yan ru -


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